>Hoo Ha Brouhaha
>My cell phone rang this afternoon while I was at the supermarket.
“I can’t believe you wrote about that.”
“About…” I looked around. Just me and the canned vegetables. I lowered my voice. “About my hoo ha?“
“YES,” my husband hissed.
“Well, it was pretty funny. I thought.”
“Yeah,” he conceded after a pause. “But I can’t believe you wrote about it! About us. Oh, and that 75%? That is totally wrong.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Yeah. It’s wrong. “
“Oh, I guess you would know better than I. Mr. Casanova. Since you used to get around back in your heyday. Or so I’ve been told.”
I’m starting to get mad now. Suffice it to say my hoo ha story is most definitely on my husband’s mind. Now that I think of it, your hoo ha’s are probably on his mind too.
“I read the comments,” he snickered before I hung up on him. “People certainly volunteered a lot of information!”
As I put my phone away, I paused before the low fat cottage cheese. And I shuddered.
Because I just might unwittingly have started a hoo ha revolution. Your hoo ha status reports set a commenting record here. And I’m telling you, dear readers, it is a little bit frightening to me that although I don’t know what most of your faces look like, I could probably pick out your hoo ha in a blogger line-up.
I don’t know how I feel about that. I was raised in the South, where we don’t even have hoo ha’s, let alone talk about them. A part of me wants to swim back to the safe shores of cursing toddlers and frontal lobotomies.
Another part of me feels compelled to ride this hoo ha wave as far as it takes me.
So women of the blogging world, (and the one man brave enough to comment with his concerns about itchy hoo ha hair regrowth) consider Suburban Turmoil a safe place for you and for your hoo ha, whatever you decide to do with it.
And now, let’s move back to the no-wake zone, shall we?
>It’s good to know my hoo ha has a safe place here on the internet. (Shit, now I need to go back and read your comments because I do not remember what I put!)
>LOL Tell your hubby if he hadn’t laughed at your hoo-ha in the first place, you might not have blogged about it. Use the blog to your advantage. ;^)
>Well I thought it was hilarious too..I thought I was the only one who referred to my wobby bits as hoo ha…
>Its cute because my husband is also “shocked and horrified” at how much information we ladies share on our blogs/comments. I’m shocked that he’s shocked! I mean, OF COURSE we do. We are practically anonymous in this ‘ol blogosphere, and don’t have to look you in the face at church after we’ve admited to our fuzz status, kwim?The kootchie lineup picture is too funny, and also slightly disturbing…
>hello??!! remind your husband that girls bond in a VERY DIFFERENT way then guys. my gfriends know more details about my private life then the Bear’s friend’s know about his. THe bear is also ALWAYS shocked to hear what girls talk about. Seriously man, chill!!Alright, I am done now….I think…
>I’m always paranoid about how far I go in my blog writing. Because I write for a living, I blog unde my name and I’m pretty easy to find, I often stop way short of where I really could go.Aside from the fact that my wife would likely kill me. And so would my in-laws: they read me religiously.So your blog has become a wondrous refuge. Thanks!
>I’m just laughing…
>Ride the hoo ha wave all you like. I am not one of the 75% either. Thanks for the visit. I’ll be back!
>HA! Great title!
>Not having personal experience with something has never stopped me from having an opinion. Why should hoo-ha’s be any different?And remember, a picture is worth a thousand words. Just sayin’.
>This is indeed the funniest post i’ve read all day! hahaha! I haven’t gotten to a situation similar to this yet, but if I do, i promise to share it too, heehee. I enjoyed the read! :-)I’m here from Michele’s!
>Well, since the last time my hoo ha was exposed on the internet it had something to do with a hidden camera in a locker room, it’s good to know Suburban Turmoil will keep it safe!I am LMAO at this post! And, just wanted to add that you should look into the lasering of the hoo ha hair. Costs as much as a Kia, but isn’t your hoo ha worth it?